Sam knocked on the door, full of anticipation.  She heard a deep voice say, "You may enter."

She slowly turned the doorknob and gently pushed the door open.

The office was as big as her bedroom, and had lots of expensive furniture.

There was a big shiny desk with the lastest laptop, and next to it was a humongous bookshelf full of books. Across from the desk was a small 2 seat sofa on a big rug. There were also paintings on the wall and a big glass wall. We were on the top floor of the building, which had 20 stories.

Mr. Rodrigo was a big burly man, with a small goatee. He was sitting behind his desk on a leather chair, wearing a fancy suit with his hair gelled up.

"So, you must be Ms. Samantha Johnson, am I correct?" Then, without waiting for her to respond, he continued, "Please, take a seat," he motioned to the chair in front of the desk.

Sam awkwardly sat down onto the chair and said, "Yes, sir, that would be me."

"I heard from Cedric that you prefer to be called Sam, so you don't mind if I call you that would you? You may address me as Mr. Rodrigo, no need to call me sir."

"I don't mind, Mr. Rodrigo."

Mr. Rodrigo smiled, revealing his perfect pearly whites.

"So, you wrote on your application that you have a black belt in karate. That's interesting. What age did you start learning, Sam? Do you still fight these days?" He wasted no time, and launched straight into the questions.

"I started learning karate at the age of 4 and yes, I still fight these days, Mr. Rodrigo."

He seemed content with that answer, and they went through the list, all basic questions. Sam seemed more reassured and confident.

At the end, he asked one last question.

"Would you risk your life for your client?"

"Of course," Sam replied nonchalantly, "Isn't that what we're hired for?"

Mr. Rodrigo nodded, satisfied.

"Alright then, all that's left is for you to come here during the weekend so we can test your fighting skills. We'll have you fight with a few of our bodyguards here."

"Oh, sure. What time, Mr. Rodrigo?"

"Saturday, 9 am to 5 pm. We'll provide lunch. Also, don't be intimidated, Sam, I have confidence that you'll do well. We'll also have you do different things to test you, it's not all just fighting."

Sam replied, "Same location, Mr. Rodrigo?"

Mr. Rodrigo checked his golden Rolex as he answered, "Yes, we'll have Cedric waiting for you at the lobby again. Come dressed in appropriate attire for fighting please. I also must say, you dressed well for the interview. It's a nice suit."

Sam was glad that her parents had gotten her the suit, since it did help. "Thank you, Mr. Rodrigo."

"We'll meet again on Saturday. You may go now. Cedric will escort you out."

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Rodrigo." Sam stood up, grinning happily.

"Likewise, Sam."

She opened the door, and stepped out feeling like a brand new person. Cedric was there as promised. He gently shut the door behind her and as they got into the elevator, he asked, "How was the interview? Did it go well?"

Sam beamed, "Yes, he told me to come back on Saturday to test my fighting skills. That means I passed the interview, right?"

Cedric smiled genuinely, "Congrats! I'll see you in a few days then."

"Thanks,"

They reached the lobby, and Cedric excused himself, seeing that his job was now done.

Sam sat down on the couch in the lobby and took out her phone to call her parents to come pick her up. She didn't give them too many details in the call, only that her interview was done, and she'd made it to the next stage. 

As she waited for them, she saw a rich female walk by flanked by two men in suits. She was tall, thin and beautiful. That must be her future client, Bethany Rodrigo. There were slight resemblances between Mr. Rodrigo and her. They had the same color hair and the same warm black eyes. She was at least 20, Sam wasn't really sure about her exact age.

Sam's phone buzzed, and she checked it. 

Her parents were here. She stood up from the couch and went out. Sure enough, her parents' car was there. Sam climbed in as they bombed her with questions once more. They weren't really good at containing their excitement. Our poor Sam had to endure them until they got home, which was, thankfully, only a 5 minute drive. 

After answering endless questions that weren't even relevant from her parents, Sam was finally free of them.

She went upstairs to her room to change and put her suit away, careful to keep it in prime condition.

That night, Sam realized how much she looked forward to the weekend.

The rest of the week passed by in a blur, and finally, it was Saturday. Sam had waited the whole week for this. She was dressed in a plain white t-shirt, and a pair of black shorts, standing outside the company building. Her parents had just dropped her off and it was only 8:55. She went into the lobby anyway, and saw that Cedric was there, wearing the same clothes as the day of the interview.